Cameron's house has been decorated for the holidays. There are strings of lights hung tastefully around the front door and over the shrubs. Inside there is a small tree with a few ornaments, lights and tinsel and several wrapped gifts beneath it
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When I need to think, or just get out for a bit, I walk. I walk a lot. I don't always know where I'm going, but I walk. I enjoy it, it clears my head and helps me actually dig around and think.
He may have seemed more grumpy than usual. Maybe he is. Maybe he just needs sleep, or...something a little more physical. He scrubs a hand over his face. He feels like crap. He pops a Vicodin, rolling it around his mouth before he swallows. His eyes close. Relief isn't instant, but he can still lose himself in those first few seconds.